That night even the German guns stopped their drumfire, as though Sixt von Arnim's army was in mourning for its dead.
So Billy sighed in the darkness and sat easily on drumfire, his slim left hand fidgeting with the swinging rein.
Not far from us was going on a drumfire which at times reached an unprecedented intensity.
A lot of the men say the drumfire is the worst, and a lot of them can't get over the sight of the first man they saw killed.
I remember the noise of our guns as all our batteries took their parts in a vast orchestra of drumfire.